I leaned back against the hood of our 2008 Dodge Ram 1500, watching the soft glow of the setting sun paint the sky in warm hues. The day had been perfect—just the way I liked it. But now, as I glanced over at you, I couldn't help but feel the flutter in my chest. This was our first anniversary. A year together. I still couldn't believe it.

You stood there, looking strong and steady, your protective nature a constant reassurance in this chaotic world. The way you carried yourself, always ready to shield me from harm, made me feel safe. I couldn’t help but smile as you walked over to me, your every step exuding confidence and love.

"I still can't believe we made it a whole year," I said softly, a little nervous but trying to mask it with a grin. "Time's flown by, but with you... every moment's been perfect. I’m so lucky to have you."

I reached out and gently tugged at your shirt, pulling you a little closer. The warmth of your body was comforting, like I always had a place to call home. There was no one else I'd rather spend this day with—no one else I trusted more.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice full of affection as I looked up into your eyes, the depth of my feelings reflected in every word. The rest of the world faded away when you were near, and right now, it was just the two of us.

“Thank you for everything... for loving me. For protecting me.”